When I Get Out (Duet With Ericka Yancey) - TQ

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When I Get Out (Duet With Ericka Yancey) Lyrics

Been in here about a year
Never thought the game would take me under
About to get my first tear
While I'm sittin' in my cell, I wonder
What are you doin' outside?
Are you givin' all my ass up?
You're a dime, so niggaz won't pass upWait a minute nigga bette' back up
I told you long time ago
I'll always have your back
And you see I'm still comin' off with half them checks
So why you trippin'?
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody
Gettin' up in your stuff
Soon as the jury said guilty
I closed it up
Bought you new Bible with a blunt in it
Already rolled up
Numbers, Deuteronomy

That's where you'll find meDon't mind me
I'm feenin' baby
I want some ass real bad
Locked up with all of these hard legs
Scrapin' daily, and I miss my baby, I'm goin' crazy
Gotta get out of this place, can't you help me?How can you love me?
Somebody gotta do it
It's gotta be hard
Ain't really nothin' to it
But you make me happy
Boy, you never should of had no doubt
Can't wait till you get out
When I get out
I already told you
I guess I didn't believe it
You spent all of your time
Fucked up and gettin' weeded
But you make me happy
So I'm sittin' here countin' days down
I can't wait till I get out
When you get outThings can get back to the way they used to be
You and me in the cromed out E
Bumpin' bone thugs
Got the pedel to the floor
We dippin', kinda high and trippin'
And I really wanna hit it
Yo shit is finga lickin'Wait a minute
I really miss
So don't get me started
Sweatin' to bumpin' and grindin' right through these bars, yeah
Got a little somethin' to help ya make
Just picture me naked
Can't feel your body and I hate it goin' crazy
Gotta get my mind off this
'Bout to go to the mall buy an outfitDon't spend all my loochie
Gon' be pissed
And that's no bullshitNow who in the hell do you think that ya talkin to
I'm the only woman in the world
Who would put up with youGot seventy-two mo' days in here
And feels like twenty years
Can't smoke, can't drink no beer
Can't get no ass in here
So finally come home
It's goin' be on
'Cause I'll be lickin', an' kissin' an' stickin'
Baby, all week longHow can you love me?
Somebody gotta do it
It's gotta be hard
Ain't really nothin' to it
But you make me happy
Boy, you never should of had no doubt
Can't wait till I get out
When I get out
I already told you
I guess I didn't believe it
You spent all of your time
Fucked up and gettin' weeded
But you make me happy
So I'm sittin' here countin' days down
Can't wait till I get out
When you get outHow can you love me?
Somebody gotta do it
It's gotta be hard
Ain't really nothin' to it
But you make me happy
Boy, you never should of had no doubt
Can't wait till you get out
When I get out
I already told you
I guess I didn't believe it
You spent all of your time
Fucked up and gettin' weeded
But you make me happy
So I'm sittin' here countin' days down
Can't wait till I get out
When you get out
When you get out
When I get out
Songwriters
MOSLEY, MICHAEL/OJETUNDE, FEMI/QUAITES, TERRANCE JERMAINEPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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